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“If you sleep, sleep with open eyes, if you sit down, sit on the ground, if you walk, walk where Death goeth not.” N. discovered this sign while he was examining a lacquered box. It was in German. Germans had always been fond of oriental wisdom, and even Goethe, with his West-Eastern Divan, is no exception here. It’s good advice, by the way, but where is off-limits for Death? Is there such a place?
There is. The Flying Dutchman’s ship. Death is forbidden to set foot there. Those on the ship live in another world, where there is no Death. A different dimension…
N. opened the casket again, cradled the snug little pistol in his palm. “This fascination with weapons comes from my father, I expect,” N. said to himself. His father was an infantry officer, he had died long ago; having surviv
